Bright-eyed young girl, Curious and crafty, Let’s start a project and learn to crochet. Tiring quickly, She abandoned the lesson. She couldn’t see past the first stitch- Obsessed with chains, with growing taller, The neverending line of connection So easily unfurled. Chains, chains, chains. Chains everywhere and every day. Quickly and carefully created by this crafty girl And unraveled even faster, The impermanence of childhood Displayed through her repetitive ritual. She lost interest as quickly As any other once-inspired child, And many years without crocheted chains passed Before a spark of inspiration woke her from her daze. Timid hands picked up threadbare yarn, dusted with age. Fingers moved as if possessed, Creating chains came so easily And her inner child was elated by the familiarity Of her once daily routine. The desire to unwind, to unfurl Pulled so strong within her, But the necessity To create, to give life, to build something that matters Overcame all else. She kept making chains. She made chains and then kept working. She kept building on the foundation To create something strong Something useful Something beautiful for herself. For herself, she kept creating.
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Prodigy
Fate took control
A force to be noted
Unfolded from the start
Of an unknown tune-
A pick against taut strings
Rock the house of our future
Transforming into a dance floor,
Den of movement,
For which we travel through
Until the court rules
Whether our lives
Will be forever intertwined.
Poor Choices
On my own again
Stranded on an island
Of my thoughts-
The waters that surround me
Are currents of my memories,
Swirling whirlpools of chaos
Keeping me isolated.
I can’t escape
The dangerous waves of
“What ifs”
Formed with the wind and the choices of my past-
But I’ll construct
My escape from this godforsaken island
With a study raft of good intentions
And move forward on unsteady waters
To a new world yet unexplored.
Work in Progress
Vivid white paper
Stands out against dark lines
Waiting to be written upon.
Words may come
Words may be erased
But thoughts are never ending.
This time,
Write in pen
To immortalize your intentions.
Take action to show improvement-
As all living things
Are a work in progress.
Fighting For Freedom
Age-old stories of coming to America
With nothing but minuscule amounts of money
To determine worth
And sell your soul.
How can you free yourself
From societal binds and pressures
Without first succumbing to them?
Monopolize your time
Build properties on your day to day life
And watch them come tumbling down
With every step forward that you make.
Has the patriarchy crushed you?
What about all the world’s woes?
When are we free
If we have done nothing to fight?
Lace your shoes tight
And fight with your sole-
Getting closer to your goal
Step by step.
Finding Myself
Exhausted with potential interests
I bury myself deep
Layers upon layers of comfort
Holding me back from exploring.
A fire burns within me
But my cold emotions seek solace.
Envy’s seeds are planted within,
A hint that spring is coming.
How do I plant seeds of hope instead?
I want to change along with the seasons
But what can I do
To break free from old habits
To explore new possibilities
And to find myself whole?
Martians
What would our lives
Involve on a planet
We evolved to survive?
Are our current threats
Legitimate concerns, or
Have we grown numb
To the harsh realities
Of survival?
Has luxurious living
Weakened our instincts?
Would we be able to
Adapt and thrive
Or would we be
A cautionary tale
Of the dangers of comfort?
Snow Flurries
Your chilled heart
Races through the wind
To surround me.
Your tender kisses
On my cheeks melt,
A lingering damp greeting.
Let me warm you
As I mold your body
With my fingertips
Until the chill makes them numb-
You’re so beautiful,
I can’t resist the urge
To touch.
Passed
I wonder
What my life would be
Had I never met you.
It would have been bliss
Not to endure
The lie, fights, pain
And ignorance.
But where would I be today
If I hadn’t been
By your side
When no one else was?
Would I know how
To support myself and others?
Would I love to teach growth?
Would I love to heal
Tender wounds with tender words?
Are these traits
Ingrained in me
Or were they gifts from the past?
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Ocean Waves, Part 1
I yearn to be in your presence,
Feel the warmth you provide
Just from being near.
Cleanse my soul
While I drink in your essence
Upon my return
And soak you in.
I promise to visit soon
And we’ll converse
In our own language-
A code
Made up
Of whispers and secrets-
I’ll tell you of all my travels
And listen to your tales
Of everything you’ve witnessed
From around the world.
I can’t wait to see you again…
I’ll catch a glimpse of you in the distance
And you’ll wave,
Just like you always do,
Welcoming me home.
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